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hellowelcome

hellowelcome,
This is Me EggplantEyes.
This is My thought.
This is My admiration.
A place for my things that don't fit into
My
P L A S T I C
cravings.
Poet.
Musician.
Art Fag.
NUFF SAID.
Seriously, look at them..
These three cats are so goddamn cute.
What a cutie.. ..nuff said..
Tell me a lie.

Lie to me.

.. I call Stargazer Fish.
Want as well..
Want.. ..minus the shoes..
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acemo:

Dream Catcher

Off my New EP A Dream’s Depth.

Stare at this whilst melting..

(via ophthamovntn)

Between realities and steps on the sidewalk/covered in child chalk there is a mood in the air. Dye your hair this way and edit your lips that. Unfair is the amounted thought and weight on shoulder and back. Stress induced from the next sell you something. Stress induced on to you for not being the puzzle fragment. The perfect fit. Make your life better if you own all. Know all. Collect it. This shit pile of pop curated bullshit. Piss and spit. Semen stains on the back of throats and books bashing love from aviator glasses and black suit coats. Perhaps this.. Perhaps no.. Never again will the flower wilt slow. Lacking in fuel from the livings/its home. Now dried and sucked nutrient gleaned from every hole. Sorry seeds but there is no room for your soul. Poem By: Eggplant Eyes-starlark-RyanGabrielHelminski
plaztic: By: EggplantEyes-starlark-RyanGabrielHelminski
Nuff said.
Cursed hours wrapped up in conversation. Hershey bars next to bars in a parked car on the fifth of an avenue. Tipped over bottles toppling over the miles of wood floors from the night before. Glue and other tools. Foolish lips to skin pressed up to hips with rose red intentions. Libations resurfaced and placed into the surf. The riding tide for the eyes and mind to drift on. Still move to a step then strep sneaks in for a peek to deem the meek monotonous drone cast out as a voice. Weak. A light source. Scouring. Choices. Housing. Clotted hearts. Loins in cloth. A human breath and a fluttering moth. Go find those cotton swabs. Poem By: EggplantEyes-starlark-RyanGabriel
Goddamn it, ask me things.

bunnygloves:

I answer everything! And I need cheering up.

inechi: Hey! I’m having a give-a-wey The prize is a copy of Ojitos Borrosos Which compiles the “best of” my comics in 160 pages To enter just reblog this post once If you do it more times, you’re out! I’ll pick a winner at random on May 31. Anyone can participate! So get reblogging : )